Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

The next morning, Su Miao invited a psychiatrist to see Shen Zhichu. She went home last night and did not know that Shen Zhichu had auditory hallucinations.

It wasn't until the psychiatrist went in that the nurse who looked after Shen Zhichu told Su Miao what happened last night.

Su Miao's face was expressionless, but her two lips were tightly pressed at the moment.

At this moment, only the psychiatrist and Shen Zhichu were in the ward, and even Li Jingshen was invited out to wait quietly for the result.

Half an hour later, there was a hissing cry from inside.

Shen Zhichu's illness broke out again.

This time the psychiatrist did not inject her with a sedative, but tied her to the bed with a towel stuffed in her mouth to prevent her from biting herself and to protect her throat.

Li Jingshen's heart tightened for a moment, he pushed open the door and broke in without thinking.

"What are you doing!" Seeing Shen Zhichu being tied up on the bed by Wu Huada, the veins on Li Jingshen's forehead twitched.

The psychiatrist explained: "Ms. Shen's condition has flared up. If she doesn't do this, she will hurt herself."

"Why don't you sedate her."

The doctor was a little helpless, "Have you ever seen someone injecting sedatives several times a day? Too many injections of that thing will damage the brain nerves. Her nerves are already very fragile. It's better to let her vent it out like this."

Li Jingshen was stunned, his red eyes stared at Shen Zhichu who was struggling on the bed, she was in so much pain but her eyes were so dull like a robot.

Li Jingshen wanted to go over and touch her, but he raised his toes and then retracted them, trying to suppress his inner desire.

Su Miao stood at the door, looked at Shen Zhichu, then looked at Li Jingshen who stood there silently, after Li Jingshen came out, she opened her mouth: "Do you regret it?"

regret what?Li Jingshen pursed his thin lips and did not answer.

Su Miao sneered, he didn't regret it in the end, he knew it in his heart, but what's the use of regretting?Guilt and self-blame are the most worthless things in the world.

Shen Zhichu struggled for 10 minutes, and finally collapsed on the bed from exhaustion, his chest heaved violently, panting heavily, and gradually calmed down.

The doctor opened the door, "The patient's family members come with me."

Li Jingshen hesitated for a moment, watched Su Miao enter the ward, and then followed the doctor to his office.

"Is the patient your wife?" the psychiatrist asked casually.

"Ah."

"She is now suffering from moderate depression plus schizophrenia and hallucinations."

He probably knew the result last night, but when the psychiatrist personally told him the diagnosis, he still couldn't accept it, his head felt like a bolt from the blue.

"I need you to tell me in detail what happened to her before the onset of the illness, such as what you did to her and what you said." Shen Zhichu's illness was serious, except for silence and screaming, completely losing his mind.

Li Jingshen had no choice but to tell the psychiatrist everything that happened before and after.

After the doctor listened to it, only two words "animal!" He wondered whether Shen Zhichu dug up his family's grave in his previous life, so he was bullied like this in this life.

"After a miscarriage is a woman's most vulnerable time, you actually brought other women in front of her to force her to give birth to someone else?!" What is this man thinking?

Li Jingshen said with a cold face, "I was so angry at the time, I didn't expect her to be so fragile."

The doctor was choked by his bad words, and he paused before saying: "Whether she is fragile or not is not the reason for you to bully her. To be honest, she is in a very bad situation now. The words you said to her are not good enough." She did a lot of damage."

Li Jingshen couldn't imagine what kind of pain Shen Zhichu was suffering at this moment. He was born superior to others and was used to going smoothly, so he couldn't have empathy for others.

He thought that Shen Zhichu's pain was just a puddle, but when he got closer and lay down, he realized that this puddle could drown a person alive.

"Now the patient has locked herself in a dark room. I can't communicate with her normally and can only try hypnosis. Do you agree?"

After hesitating for a moment, Li Jingshen nodded.

The psychiatrist took a deep breath and took out a form from the drawer for Li Jingshen to fill in.

When Li Jingshen was filling out the form, he entered the patient's information into the computer and prescribed medicines, mainly medicines for soothing nerves and reducing stress.

After Li Jingshen filled out the form, the psychiatrist stamped it after confirming that there was no problem, and tore off the next page and handed it to him.

"Go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, less sedative injections."

Knowing Shen Zhichu's current situation, the psychiatrist's words calmed Li Jingshen a little bit.

Li Jingshen took the medicine list and did not dare to delay, so he went to the pharmacy to queue up to buy the medicine. The daily dosage was written on the medicine box.

After Li Jingshen went back, he found Su Miao standing in the corridor, surrounded by five or six people, including patients and family members, who seemed to be anxious to discuss something with Su Miao.

Su Miao's plain baby face was rarely cracked.

Li Jingshen didn't know what happened, and he couldn't hear the voice clearly from a distance, and it wasn't until he got closer that he heard those people talking about Shen Zhichu.

Seeing Li Jingshen approaching, one of the middle-aged women quickly walked up to him and asked, "Are you the family member of the patient in this room?"

Li Jingshen's expression remained unchanged: "What's the matter?"

"What's the matter." I didn't expect the man to sneer: "She goes crazy at night and makes people quiet, and she doesn't know if the disease will hurt others. What kind of hospital should be hospitalized for any disease. The mental ward is in the building next door. .”